Far Driven Far Pressed Poem by raechael woodroof

It unravels.
It shreads.
It pulls tight.

I must have been careless
although my intentions were noble.

It festers.
It digs.
It swoons.

I must have been bested
although I had assumed it was not a contest.

It aches.
It calls.
It carries.

I must have let you down
although I thought I put in all effort.

Silly girl.

It forces.
It drives.
It compiles.

I must have given in to you
although I tried to hold my own.

It commands.
It demeans.
It celebrates.

I must have lost track of time
although my count was to be lifelong.

Dear heart.

It moves.
It condemns.
It rejoices.

I must have hoped blindly
although I was cautious in my movements.

Bless her.

It wains.
It tires.
It sings.

I must have become consumed
although I thought I had been serving.

Sweet child.

It swells.
It overflows.
It cascades.

I must have missed it
although I gave it my best.

She'll learn.